My second writing class is tonight, so I thought I would finish up last week’s homework assignment. Two paragraphs down; three more to go.
I went back through my original first lines:
- “Strong is the new pretty,” my mother said as she straightened her hair, and slid her lip gloss back into her purse.
- Drip.
- A belt buckle makes a soft clanging sound when it is loosened.
- The Ansel Adams photo hung in his dusty study and, despite Mr. Harrows daily presence, it was the closest thing to life in there.
- In these final moments of her life, images fired through her mind, reminding her, but…but this was not in fact the end.
- The heavy, dripping anchor, was now tied to his left wrist, a reminder.
Now I need on three paragraphs. This is getting to be a lot more difficult than I previously thought. It is one thing to write a few first words, but now to write more than one first paragraph feels daunting. I have picked up and left off a few times, but now I am forcing myself to sit and complete this.
It is strange what the mind convinces you is important when you are trying to stay focused.
Paragraph #1
The heavy, dripping anchor was now tied to his left wrist, a reminder. A reminder of what he was not entirely sure. He started to pull his left hand towards his head, but it could only go as far as the rope allowed.The last thing he remembered was being with his girlfriend as they were headed out to their favorite restaurant on 54th.
Paragraph #2
A belt buckle makes a soft clanging sound when it is loosened. He realized this when he was young, and his father would remove his leather belt to beat when him when he had done something wrong. This clicking metal sound was a warning that danger was coming and pain was unavoidable, and even now when he would undo his belt at night, the sound sometimes terrified him.
Paragraph #3
“Strong is the new pretty,” my mother said as she straightened her hair and slid her lip gloss back into her purse. She was looking at herself in the review mirror of our BMW. She paused and peered over at me, “Right, baby?” she asked. I nodded and smiled back as her other arm went towards the volume on the car radio. “This is my favorite song!”she yelled, and I listened as a man’s voice sung about how he was suddenly free fallin’.
All ready for tonight’s class!
Let me know what you think or if you would like to give it a try. It definitely is a workout, and more difficult than I originally thought it was going to be. My crown chakra is buzzing out of control as I write this. It sometimes does this when I am writing.
I wonder what our next step will be…
Love and Light!
The Wandering Empath 
I’m loving this, I really am intrigued by all 3 paragraphs because each one psints a different picture. Have fun and enjoy yourself😉
Thanks! I tried to mix it up a bit. Sometimes my writing can be a bit dark.
My pleasure😊 I say whatever is moving through, express it❤
Sounds great for me 👍 But I’m not a critic. 😊 I like your writings.^^ Keep on writing! 💖
Thanks so much! Maybe not a critic, but I so value your thoughts. You clearly are a great writer, so any input is helpful and thoughtful.
Inspiring. The words draws the reader to the story relating to the character like it was then. Beautiful